Sometimes it happens that the shoes are filed with fire, anticipation and desire. But them shoes is in the shoe closet. Them wait for the moment.. Like the rising sun. Waiting for the moment when your right hand picks them up and sets them down to the floor. You are ready. For the go. You put them shoes on. And.. Step outside. Towards the place your soul desires.

Once upon a time there was an autumn day.. and the sun was shining. And time.. in that moment time did not pass. I sat down on the logs that were still waiting for their turn to become walls in my sauna house. I enjoyed that moment, the sun, the coffee in my cup. And I closed my eyes. It felt good. Time did not exist. There was only sun. Coffee. And the grass field.

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In some places time has another meaning. It is a totally different dimension. It feels.. as something.. totally different. You can feel it.. But in a different way. Because time over there.. is.. timeless.